…to me…

Sorry, my first time and i hit the return to go down a line. Now you won’t get a present from sandy.

Since my own 50th was 6-30, I started early also.
My family bought me a keg of Guinness.
So I’ll toast a few to you also.

Slainte!

Linda Richman has taken over FA! I’m verklempt. “Talk amongst ourselves?” When have we ever done that? I’m lost…

HB to you both! jrm, it’s your shout. Just one, thanks.

Since both Adam and jrm share the day, I’ve arranged for a comet to blow up on the 4th of Jooly. Wow, what a month - first Deep Throat, now Deep Impact!

P.S. Now would be a good time to knock off any astronomer’s house. They probably forgot to lock their doors. I know I would, for the chance at 10 minutes at the Keck eyepiece!
P.P.S. If the comet isn’t enough, you could do worse than tickets to Australia’s famous …

L’chaim!

Happy birthday, Adam!

BTW on off days I check out Dee’s blog. She’s too modest to tout her site but I have no shame. Check it out.

http://deteriorata.blogspot.com/

tess,

Don’t you mean “surviving without being thrown in jail, so far…”?

Aw shucks, Murray {blushing}
(and the check’s in the mail)

just another year of decay and decrepitude… oooo, is that CAKE?!

dee, I’ve always treasured “Deteriarata” and used it as a major touchstone throughout my adult life. I cut it out of the National Lampoon and framed back in the 1970’s and carried it with me everywhere, until my brother stole it from me. (I found it hanging in his laundry room last weekend. I sense a late night mission [from God?] to retrieve it soon).

Adam:

Happy Birthday! Okay, enough with the sucking up. What I really want is for you to convince PS and his merry band at Wait Wait to post the show (after it airs) as a podcast.

Come on, we’re happy and you guys are way cool.

Honestly, Real Media . . .gak!

Happy Birthday, Adam, from sunny San Jose! We’re on vacation. Today we took a look at some California real estate. It’s a little pricey, but if we start a media empire when we get home, maybe we can swing it.

Happy birthday.

The psp is truly an object of enjoyable happiness. Yeah, Sandra Day O’Conner can wait, because unlike the rest of the court, she still has a few years of shelf life left.

Waitaminute! Who got Adam the PSP? Could this gift have been planted amongst his mountain of birthday presents by the Evil Republicans, eager to put America’s foremost humorist, satirist, and thorn in the side of Evil Republicans everywhere out of commission?

ADAM! Don’t look into the light, Adam! IT’S A TRAP!

Happy Birthday, indeed, Adam! And I must say you got a hell of a b-day present- no, not the PSP, how ’bout the outing of Karl Rove as the source of the Plame leak? http://news.baou.com/main.php?action=recent&rid=20318
And yes, if I knew how, I’d put that in HTML for everyone, but I’m not internet literate enough. In the meantime, game on!

“2 cups bourbon”. Isn’t that kinda sacrilige? Can you make a “Kentucky Bourbon cake” without *naming* a specific bourbon?

It does sound good, though. Since I’m a member of the 6/30 club as well, maybe I can find someone to bake one for *me*.

Another one? HBTY, Baylink!

BTW, I think tess is right:
1) Check that the bourbon has not been contaminated. 2 fingers oughta do it.
2) Chop the cherries, and break up the raisins. Have another bourbon.
3) Combine all the dry ingredients, and make a well in the middle. Pour in some bourbon, making sure not to spill any in the dry ingredients.
4) Separate the eggs. (They could be emeny combatants). While you watch ‘em, have a liddle drinkypoo.
5) Fuck it, break the eggs up and put the yellower bits into the budder. The clear snotty bits can be put into the dry ingredients. Don’t lick your fingers. And before you start, haveanother drink. (If you try after smooshing up the snotty stuff, the boddle might slip. Don’t want THAT! This is a bourbon cake, right?)
6) Smoosh up the egg yolks and budder. Imagine it’s your producer/boss/bank manager’s liver. Smoosh the fuck oudda it. Now -carefully- have a drink to celebrate!
7) Oh shit, turn on the oven. Now, while you figure out if it’s degrees Centigrade or gas mark or whaddever, have a drink to thmooth the sinking processes…
8) Oh crap. Who knows? Turn the knobby job thingy to 451 (great book, by the way), or if it doesn’t go that far, to 180, or if that’s too impossible, 5. While you think, drink.
9) Smell gas? Blame the dog. Don’t smell gas? You’ve got an electric oven.
10) Send a bourbon posse down to see if you can find out what happened to the other drinks. While you wait for a report, swish the ingredients around in the bowl, and smoosh in the bank manager’s yellow liver.
11) Now that your hands are covered with floury warty stuff, pick the bottle up with your teeth and send an investigator after the posse.
12) An irritating sound weaves its way into your consciousness. You reali[s|z]e it’s the timer thingy. Or the phone. Or something. Have a drink anyway.
13) Get up off the floor.
14) Oh, fuck it, it’s nice and cooooool down here… Where’s the bourbon? Who drank it? The bastardzzzzzzzz…..
[Mental image of smiling sot, flour-covered hands caked to an empty bourbon bottle, slumped against the dishwasher, while the dog licks the mess on the floor] Note, this has never happened to me…

Oh sweet Jesus. It’ll be open threads from now on, kiddies.

Assuming he checks in at all.

tess,

We were doing the whole Bay Area thing, and we wanted a central location, and San Jose was as good a place as any.

Now, I’ve personally witnessed people on vacation in Philadelphia. Those are the real masochists.

Bob,

I grew up in San Jose, and lived up there up until about a year ago. And I can honestly say, I’d rather be in San Jose than SLO if only because I need to be in constant proximity to a Fry’s Electronics and 3 electronics parts stores or else I go insane.

tim,

Okay, I get it now. At least there’re plenty of freeways.

Pete,

What was I right about?

Happy birthday, Adam!

Pete: Mine’s not until the end of the month!

Happy belated B-day Adam! Hope you enjoyed your weekend with the PSP. And you’re hangover from partying with the wild WWDTM bunch in the Windy City.

My fiancé and I are seriously considering a flight to Chicago just to see a taping since we couldn’t get into any of the shows you had in the Bay Area…

Since Adam is lost in a PSP-pseudo reality, I thought I try an opening salvo at the Sandra Day O’Connor retirement story — I’m wondering: who Dubya will nominate as his first choice for the Supreme Court vacancy? Answer: Judge Doom from “Who Framed Roger Rabbit.” Seems like a perfect selection for Bush - pro big business, works well with weasels, more execution-oriented than a Texas governor; plus he makes that cool “sproing-sproing” noise when he uses the springs in his shoes. The fact that he’s entirely fictional will be of no concern…

Klynnl, my guess would be At. Gen. Gonzales. That’s really why he went to Iraq this week. A dramatic show of chutzpah and a spit into the very face of death. Just the kind of no nonsense, clear thinking, bootstrap (bootlicking?) jurisprudence that America needs in this time of peril. Though just why in hell the Attorney General of the United States would need to go into a war zone does baffle me.

I’m sure this fiscally conservative administration would not be spending your hard earned tax dollars on such a cheap, tawdry, balls-to-the-walls macho attempt to hoist yet another starboard leaning yahoo onto the bench. Naw, they’d never do that.

America 7/2 for independence, 7/4 for the declaration.

But happy birthday all anyway.

Happy Birthday, Adam! It was great meeting you at the Wait Wait taping in Chicago last week. Still working on bringing the show to Muncie–home of all things Ball!

Keep laughing your wonderful laugh!

Hi Adam! My first time here, actually. What better way to say Happy Birthday! Just a day or so b4 America’s bday…hmmm coincidence?

I have this daydream that one day Wait Wait will come to Los Angeles (the “blond” of political cities). Until then, you cxan have my share of cake & bourbon!

-mimi

Pete, July 17? Sheesh, that’s my mother’s birthday.